*translation:last week, for my grandmother’s funeral, we stayed with my other grandmother. everything is floral and pretty, and i feel so at home there. the china has golden edges and the cutlery is from the 60’s. the pictures come in gold frames and most of the furniture is the same as when i was five. she stays in bed until ten, reading a book or magazine before getting up. one of our days there, i found her in the kitchen with her head and hands into a cupboard. i asked what she was doing and she was looking for marzipan pigs (a scandi christmas phenomenon). she only had two and there were four of us, but we could cut split them at the waist.